The Demon

Chapter 3

"I mean... spirits, ghosts and demons don't exist, right? They can't be real. Right?" That's what I kept saying in my mind for the last few hours, when I woke up, did my morning routine and went to work. I do not understand what is wrong with my apartment but a ghost Hunting it can't be the answer... right? I am going crazy. I've been at work and haven't concentrated a bit at what I have to do, because of the problem with my apartment. I do not understand what is wrong with it. Every thing on google said the same thing. Haunted apartment. I do not understand. But I will. I have to.

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At home
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So a priest came to my house. I am an atheist but I got a priest to get rid of the "spirit". Yeah. The guy said something, threw water all over the place and asked for 10$. I hope it at least did something because I am not giving anyone another 10$ for this.

I just went to sleep, knowing tomorrow I don't have work and I can focus on this problem.

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In the morning
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I was wrong. I didn't do anything. I woke up this morning to the bathtub full of water, food half eaten and fridge and cabinet doors wide open. I hate this. So. Much. But I will get over it. I can't go back to Oregon. Not now. I just ate something really quick, put all the dishes in the sink and decided to get dressed because I had to go buy more plates and glasses. Yay.

While I was doing my morning routine, I kept hearing this voice, calling my name. It was really weird but I just figured it was the "spirit". I just ignored it like it wasn't there. And the voice kept getting louder, and louder, until I just gave up and yelled:
-WHAT!? What the hell do you want!?

And that was it. It just stopped. The damn voice has stopped right then and there. Because I didn't ignore it. Kill me.
This is going to be a long weekend.